Hand Up One Piece Novels & Stories

She must have heard his moans. "No, get me a pair of scissors so I can rip this off!" He exclaimed, harshly grabbing on the fabric over his torso. He was already struggling by not being able to use his dominant hand and that stubborn shirt frustrated him even more. Blair walked closer to him and began to lift up his shirt. He grabbed her arms to stop her when the shirt was already half way up through his stomach. "What are you doing? Pervert." He gave her a judging look. Was she trying to take advantage of him now that he was unable to defend himself properly? He didn't expect that from her of course but hey, anything is possible.

One hand released me, but the other tightened, holding me firmly in place. My gaze dropped to my side. And that's when I saw his hands. They were changing. They lengthened—fingers stretching, warping—then curved as claws pushed through. A scream tore out of me, my body jerking as he raised them in front of me. “No!” He didn’t pause. With a single, fluid motion, his clawed hand sliced through the air. There was a soft sound—a whisper of fabric being cut clean. Then my tunic fell.

Every sentence fitted the work's theme perfectly, yet it all sounded like a written script that had nothing to do with him. I stood in the very back row of the audience, listening quietly. Listen to him, crowning himself using my thoughts and ideas. Just as the judges were about to enter their final scores and announce the winner, I raised my hand. According to the rules, before the final decision, the audience had one chance to ask the contestant a question. The host clearly hadn't expected anyone to speak up at this moment. He froze for a second, but he passed the microphone to a staff member with professional calm.

Several bottles of liquor littered the floor. Christopher himself was standing before a huge canvas that had an incomplete drawing on it. His white singlet was soiled with paint and sweat and he held the brush tentatively. When he heard the door open, he turned sharply. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. he just paused, staring at me as if I was a mystery.

Tiffany narrowed her eyes and signaled Rex, who raised his hand and chopped his palm at the back of Uji Quin’s neck. Instantly, the Uji Quin that was still begging for mercy passed out.

“River and Permiton, take her left hand together. Brook and Akin, her right.” They do. River’s fingers are warm and steady. Permiton’s are cold and trembling, but they curl firmly around mine. On the other side, Brook’s palm is slightly damp, but he tightens his grip without hesitation. Akin’s hand is solid, sure, grounding. Their fingers link across mine. And then, one by one, they reach out for each other. Akin clasps River’s hand, River clasps Brook’s, Brook clasps Permiton’s, and Permiton clasps Akin’s. The circle is complete.

spoke more about them than him. “Now what do we have here?” Clenk said as he and his follow-along dummies surrounded me, all smiling like the weirdos they were. Clenk squeezed my shoulder with just one hand and the joint there got dislocated. It was too sharp and the pain unbearable that I had to roll on the ground moaning in pain. “Now you don't look tough without your dragon friend, do you?” He pulled me up with one hand and then raised me over his head, and then threw my back to ground. Luckily my back hit the ground first, so nothing broke.”

"Come on. I'll use one hand!" Use one hand? Tai's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was a Half-step Martial Emperor. An existence standing at the top of the pyramid. Even the world-famous Heaven Ranking list had his name. However, Yang Xiao was going to use only one hand? He shouted furiously, "Fine, let's give it a try. I would like to see how long you, who only has one hand, can last!" "Are you sure it's not you in a few seconds?" Yang Xiao teased.

Dylan signed me to come to them but I just pointed at Uno and told them to wait by raising my hand. "Uno," I put my hand on his thigh to call for his attention. I licked my lips. "I saw my friends at–" "Uno!" A manly voice in front of us approached. Uno removed his hand from my waist and stood up to hug the unfamiliar man. The old man is wearing a gray suit with a silver Casio in his wrist, and his hand holding a metal walking stick.

Then they repeated, with Haku kept on throwing punches and swipes, and Darrion kept on dodging. Jai couldn't help but notice Darrion's left hand was hanging around as if limp. But at some points, the blonde moved it, so it didn't look as limp as Jai had thought. But its move wasn't as flexible as the right one. Both Darrion and Haku might be far from the participant box, but Jai was sure Haku's cancelling swipe wasn't that powerful that Darrion's hand could go limp. Jai was very curious of what those pricks are.